February 21, 2005

Hunter Thompson Dead

[UPDATE: Two other obits I didn't see until I opened the paper this morning. John Raitt and Sandra Dee]

This is already all over the blogosphere, at least those sites not on Pacific Time, so I really have nothing to add.

Oh, except this: I don't get it. How did this loony ever become famous? Many right-leaning bloggers seem to love his writing if not his politics. I started one of his books years ago (Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail, I think). I couldn't wait to put it down. I'll just have to take your word for it.

Posted by Ken S at February 21, 2005 07:49 AM | TrackBack (0) |
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I remember reading 'Hell's Angels. What started out as an attempt to goad my totally clenched sphincter parents (by merely leaving the offending paperback laying about) wound up being a really good read. Weren't there some Rolling Stone articles, too? I vaguely recall zipping through those. But that's the extent of my Gonzo immersion. And not really surprised he whacked himself. Would have been if he'd died quietly in his sleep in a retirement home. Flameouts ensure the legend, n'est pas?

Posted by: tree hugging sister at February 21, 2005 08:07 AM

Most people who are famous are loons, dude! I love his writing, actually - I think it's a hoot. I was always more into reading his articles, shorter stuff - couldn't take him in book-form. But the short stuff? I liked it a lot. He wrote like a bat out of hell.

Posted by: red at February 21, 2005 08:27 AM

I'll have to track some of the articles down, because the book certainly didn't do it for me.

Posted by: Ken Summers, Perversion Catalyst at February 21, 2005 08:38 AM

Well, you're obviously not going to agree with his politics - so you probably wouldn't like his shorter stuff either. I always read his articles in Rolling Stone. His prose just ZIPS along.

Posted by: red at February 21, 2005 08:43 AM

He was a fucking misogynist, over-indulgent, glutonous, arrogant, rude, loud, wasted, disgusting pig.

I loved him.

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 09:14 AM

When you put it that way, Emily - what's not to love?

Posted by: red at February 21, 2005 09:14 AM

Having blogged this, to me, sad news earlier.. I'm in complete agreement with Sheila.. his writing sizzled (I'm not going to mention the politics - but he should have been elected sheriff of Aspen when he stood for that office).. and he had a fantastic eye for great one(or two) liners..

"Fiction is based on reality unless you're a fairytale artist. You have to get your knowledge of life from somewhere. You have to know the material you're writing about before you alter it."

and

"I don't like to write. I don't care what the fuck happens after I write. Once I've gotten the story in my mind, the rest is pain."

Posted by: peteb at February 21, 2005 09:17 AM

I will try to find some of his shorter stuff. I can appreciate good writing even if I disagree with politics, I just see it in FLCT.

Posted by: Ken Summers, Perversion Catalyst at February 21, 2005 09:25 AM

A classic Hunter momnet - he chronicled the 1992 presidential election in a book called Better Than Sex. At one point during the campaign, he promised his literary agent that he would get her Hillary Clinton for her birthday. So he wrote Hillary this crazy letter explaining this to her and basically asking "so how about it?"

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 09:30 AM

[ahem] I just didn't see it in FLCT.

Posted by: Ken Summers, Perversion Catalyst at February 21, 2005 09:30 AM

Emily - hahahahaha

Posted by: red at February 21, 2005 09:36 AM

I remember one of his biographer's chronicling his average daily intake:

3:00 p.m. rise
3:05 Chivas Regal with the morning papers, Dunhills
3:45 cocaine
3:50 another glass of Chivas, Dunhill
4?05 first cup of coffe, Dunhill
4:15 cocaine
4:16 orange juice, Dunhill
4:30 cocaine
4:54 cocaine
5:05 cocaine
5:11 coffee, Dunhills
5:30 more ice in the Chivas
5:45 cocaine, etc., etc.
6:00 grass to take the edge off the day
7:05 Woody Creek Tavern for lunch- Heineken, two margaritas, two cheeseburgers, two orders of fries, a plate of tomatoes, coleslaw, a taco salad, a double order of fried onion rings, carrot cake, ice cream, a bean fritter, Dunhills, another Heineken, cocaine, and for the ride home, a snow cone(a glass of shredded ice over which is poured three or four jiggers of Chivas)
9:00 starts snorting cocaine seriously
10:00 drops acid
11:00 Chartreuse, cocaine, grass
11:30 cocaine, etc., etc.
12:00 midnight, Hunter S. Thompson is ready to write
12:05 - 6:00 a.m. Chartruese, cocaine, grass, Chivas, coffee, Heineken, clove cigarettes, grapefruit, Dunhills, orange juice, gin, continuous pornographic movies.
6:00 the hot tub - champagne, Dove Bars, fettuccine Alfredo
8:00 Halcyon
8:20 sleep

He would have taken his own life one way or another....

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 09:56 AM

Given that schedule above (which I've also seen before), I was genuinely more shocked to know he had still been alive until today.

Posted by: Dave J at February 21, 2005 10:30 AM

Pickled organs tend to get a better run. Look how long Charles Bukowski lived.

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 10:33 AM

I love the specificity of "4:54 cocaine".

4:54.

Posted by: red at February 21, 2005 10:39 AM

I love his "snow cones" too.

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 10:52 AM

The "etc. etc." at 5:45 and 11:30 are also amusing.

Cocaine, etc. etc. You know the drill.

Posted by: red at February 21, 2005 11:04 AM

Look at how much the guy eats, too! Plus I love the "continuous pornographic movies..." bit. Like porn is his muse while writing or something!

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 11:12 AM

Isn't porn everyone's muse while writing?

Posted by: red at February 21, 2005 11:45 AM

I know it's mine. Nothing like "ooo...fuck me, milk man!" in the background to get the creative juices flowing...

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 12:03 PM

"Honey, it helps with my writing! I'm not watching it! I swear!"

Posted by: Bill McCabe at February 21, 2005 02:16 PM

"Sweetheart, I love you, but you are such a bloody philistine when it comes to matters of art. You simply do not understand the tools one requires to create."

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 02:28 PM

"There's a fine line between creativity and cum. I choose to walk that fine line. I choose to LIVE on that fine line."

Posted by: red at February 21, 2005 02:50 PM

Hahahaha Red! I think I'll save that one for possible future use.

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 03:00 PM

So THAT's what Thoreau meant when he said he wanted to suck the marrow out of life...

Posted by: Chris at February 21, 2005 03:49 PM

My objection to censorship is that it made stuff like Catcher in the Rye popular.
In a really free society Gonzo never would have made it.

Posted by: Walter E. Wallis at February 21, 2005 05:39 PM

Walter,
I'll entertain your idea, which I see as truly foolish, if you'll care to expand on the idea?

Posted by: Emily at February 21, 2005 07:06 PM